[Intro: DJ Infamous, Ace Hood & Yo Gotti]
Talk to me! (Ugh, I am)
This the remix! (We the motherfuckin Best, hah)
DJ Infamous, the "Double Cup" remix
We ain't playing, let's go!
Remix, remix
The "Double Cup" remix, motherfucker, ahh!
[Chorus: Juicy J, Hitmaka & Ace Hood]
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down (Ace Hood)
Double cup with my top down (Hah)
D-Double cup with my top down
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Let's talk about money
Bi-Bitch, I get me a whole lotta
Stunting in this hoe like a Globetrotter
Leave red on your shirt like a 49er
I'm sippin' slow with my mind gone
That purple stuff in my styrofoam
I'm too stoned, no Angie, nigga
Bad bitch and her mouth deliver
Sweet niggas get choppa feelings
I'm getting head with my ceiling missing
I'm too trippy, I'm too flithy
I'm bout bread but don't do Jiffy
That new Ferrari cost 250
I pull up, park but don't play with me
You must be crazy, they stay with me
Shooter smoke you like 420
I smoke good and I fuck better
Me and pussy niggas don't go together
Boy, I got bars like a prison cellar
Cop me a watch with a stupid bezzle
My weed loud and my neighboors tripping
I'm a made nigga but I don't wash dishes
Fuck you if you still hating
Your bitch patient, she still waiting
[Chorus: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I am, double cup with my top down
Two stems, them blocks down
It's war time, no guns down
And I'm sipping on that H-Town
I'm notorious, all my niggas sell angel dust
All my niggas rock styrofoams
And they doubled up and they havin fun
I'm on that remix, I'm selling remix, hey, this that G shit
See them white whips? Hey, that's that me shit, I'm 'bout my V shit
That parade, that white parade
I drop the top on that new Phantom, the city waved
My ghetto ways, my ghetto ways, they got me paid
I'm double cuppin' triple stacking, I got racks for days
And I can't lie, back in the G, I used to trap for days
They ask me how I get this money, a hundred ways, I am
[Bridge: Kirko Bangz]
I hold my cup up
(Stay double cupped, they don't know what the hell I'm drinkin')
I let my top down
(Raise up the coupe, you don't know what the hell I'm thinkin')
So shout out to them Texas niggas (Let them know, let them know)
I do this shit for Texas, nigga
[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz & Juicy J]
Young don of the city, got the rock now
Niggas wanna see this shooting star, get shot down
Please don't approach me with any wild issue
Ridin with you with every little step, bitch I'm Bobby Brown
Got over the hump like I'm collar man
I been in the stu' like it's Chyna time
I'm back in this bitch and I'm 'bout to take charge
When they thought I was flopping, I gotta find
I pull up in something them niggas can't fuck with
The bitch on the front of it gold like a trumpet
The bitch in the passenger, ass like a puppet
My pockets on Kermit, we look like the Muppets
I don't need no soda, I don't need no crutches
To roll with a cup, all I need is a 'tussen
Can't pay for these bitches, not part of my budget
You saving these bitches with no control button
Uh, my cup up and my top down
(D-Double cup and my top down)
I'm well known in that H-Town
From the eastside to the southside to the north
To the southwest to the fair road and the oaks
And the pine trails and the summerpoint, let em know
[Chorus: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
[Verse 4: Tiffany Foxx & Hitmaka]
Talking to a boss bitch
I talk about ki's, I talk about packs
Talk about weed, I talk about crack
Talk about Ace, I talk about 'gnac
Talk about cheese, I don't talk to no rats
I learned from the best
Still go see a nigga while he in the feds
Still run this rap shit while I'm in a dress
These niggas wanna undress me then I'm in that category with the rest
La Perla on the breast
Fuck them, when it come to this shit
Infamous, we the best
He said, "T. Foxx, kill this shit, get the Smith and Wes"
Blow out the chest
Cavities, intestines, wear it on my neck
Once she take her last breath
Have maggots eat the remains of her brains 'til it ain't nothin' left
And your name on the TEC when I spit a hot sixteen
So much cake like I robbed Sweet 16
Pussy so clean and tight like a virgin
So hot, should've been on original version (I got my)
[Verse 5: Jim Jones & Hitmaka]
I'm on some Bentley shit with a double cup
Two blunts in the air, playing double dutch
Her and a friend, that's a double up
Two 40s on the hip, that's a double trouble (I got my)
You don't want that, don't trouble us
Niggas wanna blow 'til they bubble bust
Married to the game, no cuddle up
Don't pillow talk if they cuff you up (What you talkin' 'bout?)
Drop top shit 'til the sun is up (And)
Watch on my wrist cost a hundred bucks (Ew)
That's for the jeweler, gotta flood it up
You wanna fuck with us, get your numbers up (Go)
She jump in the ride, she gon' suck it up
My niggas get money and they bust it up
You wanna get money, then fuck with us
But if you fuck with us, then you fuck with us
Like whoa, whoa, whoa
[Chorus: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down (I got my)
[Verse 6: Snootie Wild]
If it ain't that loud, I don't want it (I don't want it)
I can get it anytime, any day in my city
I'm drunked out, I'm joanin', I'm up early in the morning
Double cup and I'm horny, still countin this money
I'm 'bout to pour me a 4 O, drop temp in slow mo-o
Everywere I go-o, they be like, "That yayo"
Oh, I will get with it, ain't no pitty, gangsta in my city
Long nights in that kitchen tryna get it, they gon' see my vision
Aye, yayo, aye, all I know